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Chapter 10: Recovery
The bright lights of the med bay slammed into his sensitive optics like a hammer, causing him to groan and offline them once again.
"Oh, it's good to see you online again." Said the familiar voice of Ratchet.
Bass slowly onlined his optics again to see that the lights had been dimmed. "What happened?"
"You went into stasis lock just before Optimus arrived on the scene. Jazz loaded you and the Allspark into his truck bed while the twins fought of Megatron and Soundwave."
"Are they okay!"
Ratchet chuckled softly, "No need to worry. Those two are tough. They got out of here before you onlined."
"How long have I been in here?" The young 'Con's voice trembled slightly.
"About two weeks. There was a lot of damage to your outer plating, wings, and inner wiring. No need to worry, however, you are nearly, fully functional."
"Thank you so much Ratchet."
"Of course kid," Ratchet murmured softly as he ran a hand over Bass's helm, "Now try not to get yourself so damaged again, okay?"
"I didn't try this time." Bass smirked.
Ratchet smiled softly, "Oh I know. But in all seriousness Bass. You're very important to all of us, not just Prowl and Jazz. I never really viewed us as a family, just a bunch of old friends working together. But since you came along, my view has changed. You've changed all of us, even Ironhide is more relaxed." The medic placed a gentle kiss to the top of the youngling's helm. "Alright. You're clear to leave but no rough housing and I want you in here every other day so I can run a system scan to make sure that the repairs are holding. Got it?"
Bass laughed nervously as he noticed the wrench in one of the medic bot's servos. "Y-Yes sir."
"Good. You're free to go, and remember, no rough housing. If I find out that you damaged one of my repairs I'll weld your aft to the ceiling."
The youngling swiftly, but carefully, made his way out of the med bay.
Sideswipe glanced up as he heard the rec room door slide open. "Hey Bass. You up to playing some football?"
"I can't," the black, silver, and red youngling replied as he sat down between the two lambo twins, "Ratchet told me that I have to take it easy."
"Well, how about some video games?" Bluestreak asked from his spot on the red twin's other side. "Sam just brought us a new one a few days ago."
"Really? Which one?"
"Something called Halo. Not really sure what it's about, we haven't played it yet but Sam said it was fun." Sunstreaker spoke up, smiling softly at the young 'Con.
"Is it already in or do I have to go and get Epps or Lennox?"
"No, no. Sam put it in when he brought it." Bluestreak smiled while turning on the 360 via remote.
"Well that makes things easier." Bass mumbled while grabbing the 4 custom made, thanks to Wheeljack, controllers and passing them out. The four Autobots were silent as they signed into their respective accounts.
"Okay," Bass spoke up from his cozy spot between the lambo twins after they had all finished signing in, "I say we do Campaign Mode. It'll probably tell us how to do everything right at the beginning.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*3 HOURS LATER*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Any mech walking by the rec room would have thought that the Decepticons were attacking.
"Go to the left! The left!"
"Sideswipe! Get your aft out of the Warthog and get over here!"
"No way! There's a Brute coming! You all can stay down there and die while I'm safe up here."
*BOOM*
"Ah! What the frag! What did you go and blow up my Warthog for!"
"So you could come and help us beat the Brute! Duh!"
The door to the rec room hissed open to reveal a rather annoyed Autobot commander. "What is going on in here!"
All four mechs on the couch froze as that deep voice boomed throughout the room.
"H-Hi Optimus Prime, sir." Bass glanced up at the towering commander, optics fearful. "W-We're just playing a game."
"Yes, well, keep it down. I can hear you all the way on the other side of the base."
As the great, normally gentle Autobot leader walked out of the room, Bass leaned over and pushed a button on his controller.
*BOOM*
*multiple groans*
"Ha! Frag grenade!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*5 HOURS LATER*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Aww! That's SO cute Sunflower."
"Shut it Sides or I'll weld your mouth shut." The yellow twin growled out between clenched dental plating.
"Aww, but it really is cute Sunstreaker." Bluestreak smiled brightly. "Poor little guy. Repairs must really wear him out."
Sunstreaker glanced down at the bundle of black, silver, and red plating and wires that was currently curled into his side. In his hands, Bass still had a hold of his controller while his helm rested on Sunstreaker's chest plates, directly over his spark chamber.
The yellow lambo twin grumbled softly. "Both of you keep your mouth plates shut."
"Why don't you take him back to his room, Sunny?" Bluestreak spoke soothingly while he turned off the 360. "Sides and I will be waiting for you in our quarters, okay?"
"Why do I have to take him?"
"Because out of everyone in this room, you're the only one that's strong enough to carry him."
"Yeah Sunflower. So don't complain." Sideswipe smirked as he dragged Bluestreak with him out of the rec room.
Sunstreaker started to growl loudly to himself but he stopped when he felt Bass shift around in recharge. "If you weren't so cute I'd throw you on the floor." The yellow lambo mumbled as he gently picked up the larger mech.
Bass immediately curled more into the frontliner as he was picked up off the couch. Sunstreaker rolled his optics and walked into the young 'Con's room. The yellow twin gently put the younger but larger mech down on his recharge berth. Sunstreaker placed a kiss on the youngling's helm. "Have a pleasant recharge cycle, kid. See you tomorrow." With that said, the yellow Autobot quietly left the young 'Con's room, the door closing with a hiss of hydraulics.
Alright Chapter 10 is done. Only 2 chapters left. R&R if ya want people.